Duke’s Exclusive Painter - Chapter 26
She was staying on the second floor, just below the office. The fact that she was just within my reach with a stretch of my hand, shook my heart.
After contemplating for a long time, Cedric left the office, and headed down to the second floor. I knocked on the door of the room Marsha had given her, but there was no response. After hesitating for a moment, Cedric carefully opened the door.
Roselia was painting on a large canvas. She seemed to be unaware of how much she was concentrating on that little background.
He leaned against the door for a moment, and watched her work.
With her shiny, flowing, light brown hair tied together, and a working apron over a simple dress Marsha gave her, she looked like a perfect painter. Everytime Roselia moved, a peek-a-boo picture containing the Duke’s garden, where it was pouring rain.
(the pee-a-boo statement were literally peek-a-boo. If you guys haven’t seen painter paints before, you’ll notice them moving a lot. Esp, those painter with their paints on the ground. So, everytime Fl moves, the painting of the garden will be revealed…that’s what it is. hehehe.)
No matter how much he waited, she showed no sign of turning back, so Cedric was forced to call her out. Roselia’s hand, who had been moving across the canvas without hesitation, stopped. She turned her head in surprise.
“When did you come?”
Cedric tried to avoid paying attention to her paintings as much as possible, or else, like usual, I would be fascinated by that painting, and that damn Stendhal Syndrome, which I should never have shown in front of her, will show up. He went to the sodfa to the side where the picture was not visible, then sat down.
Roselia simply arranged her brushes and paints, then stood nearby, unable to sit next to him.
“Why are you not sitting?”
Roselia scratched her cheeks and replied. “I was wondering if I could sit next to you without permission.”
Cedric stared at her silently and burst out laughing involuntarily. That night when it rained, she, who was sitting by the road, would hesitate now.
Knowing why he was laughing, Roselia pursed her lips and whispered an excuse.
“Well, that day, I was a little crazy…in the past, I was scolded for being rude to sit without permission.”
It wasn’t hard for Cedric to figure out who scolded her for this. Count Ribe, who was written on the report he just received a while ago, or one of the nobles who had supported her before hi,.
“Whoi scolded you? Count Ribe?”
Roselia, who had been fidgeting with her hand, stopped. She had a surprised expression on her face. It was a face completely expressed with the meaning “How do you know that?”
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